Little miracles | Anne Michaud

The days go by, it’s spring. And suddenly, it arrives, it’s there… We weren’t expecting it, but it appeared, we don’t know where… It shines, it feels good, it warms the body… It’s beautiful, it’s rare… It’s a Little Miracle!

And in the heap too, everything is transformed, and everything comes together… And it comes out of the Fireworks and the Duets, the Vivace and the Rhapsodies, the Baroque Accords and the Blue Mornings… As for me, I just stand there and watch things being made and unmade… In a great movement of waves, the studio secretes and foams… It is both the sea and the ship, it takes me on board and delights me… It takes me to other territories. (Anne Michaud)